The week before

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January 13th 2022
I'm dealing with my Great grandfather that I call Frampa who is slowly dying...  writes down in my diary "Dear Diary Frampa is still in bad condition... it hurts, it makes me cry, it's slowly taking peace's away from my happiness... I have no clue how my great grandmother is going to do without him... I hope Frampa can survive till my birthday... but that's moths away. I don't think he'll make it till then... At least he got to see me and my sister get baptized... I'm going to be lost once he's gone! I need him in my life! I FUCKING HATE CANCER!! Fuck! He doesn't deserve to have it! He did so much good for the country! He was a good man! He doesn't deserve to have cancer! ITS BULLSHIT!" A tear falls from my eye, and that leads to me bawling my eyes out. "H-he doesn't deserve to be in this bad of condition!..." I have this feeling that my great grandfather is going to die soon and I hate the feeling... it's makes me feel alone... it's a deep stinging pain in my head and stomach; that I'll never forget... "he's my best friend I can't lose him!"...

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